This is a lemon between Harry and Luna. I disclaim!
It was behind the school. We shared a kiss, it was September, we were surrounded by falling leaves of yellow, orange and red. It would have been the perfect time to do it, see his blood spill amongst dead leaves, hear his body fall with a splash into the calm, unbroken surface of the lake. The dagger in my robes was practically calling out to me, screaming for new flesh to penetrate as the boy ran his hands over my thighs, slipping them underneath my robes, caressing my chest. I felt his fingers run along my breasts and, somewhat aggressively, he pushed me down into the leaves, and I fell with a crunch into the piles. Slowly, he undressed me, unclasping my bra with one hand as his other caressed me in between my thighs.
He began to get more violent, removing my robe and scrunchie, letting my hair fall across my face, his green eyes piercing through mine. I felt so uncomfortable as he undressed himself, stripping himself down to tight, white boxers. He removed my skirt and a pair of lime-green panties were revealed and removed. He looked like a king who had just acquired an enormous castle as he removed his knickers, and embraced me. The silver of the dagger shimmered in the sun, but he took no notice.
Slowly, he penetrated me, his strong hips moving back and forth rhythmically. I was too small for him, and he hurt me, it felt enormous once inside. His ahnds were on my breasts and he licked my nipples, now firm. I threw my head back and moaned silently, my glasses falling off and getting caught in my hair. I heard him grunt once, twice, then he pulled out, slowly getting dressed again. Confusd, ehart, I began shouting at him.
"Is this.. is this all I'm good for to you? Just for you to get off in and go back to your whore of a girlfriend!" I stood up, outraged, in nothing but my socks and I threw my school robes around me.
"Don't call her a whore! If anyone is, you are? It's the 4th time this month, Luna! Get over it!"
I didn't know how to react to that, so I said nothing. Without another word, a drew the dagger from my inside pocket and struck him down. He couldn't have gotten his wand, it was buried under the leaves. I leaned over him and kissed him once on his forehead, gathering his clothes and mine, and ran into the forest. I'm 29 now, living with Severus Snape and Narcissa Malfoy, and their child Lucius. Draco had long since run away, and I am nothing more than a servant to them, ust as I was a servant to the Chosen one.